Sunday, June 7, 2009

Ok, ok...

and, although he would be surprised, I can guarantee he would think I look beautiful if I walked down the aisle in sweat pants.

(Aaron, if you're reading this, I promise I won't.)

I Promise I Will Not Make Little Things In To Big Things and I Promise To Be Thankful For What Matters, and Not Think About What Does Not.

{Upstyle is a big deal, folks. Call me out of I don't honor my promise.}

*SIDENOTE*

I just got a text from A.

It said this: "Whoooooo are you? Who who...who who?"

Sometimes I think God speaks to me through text messages. Why did, at this very moment, Aaron send me lyrics of a song I've never heard him singing? And why are these lyrics what they are---'who are you'? Who am I? I am not my dress, or any other material "thing." I am way fortunate, and should be way thankful, that's who I am. So help me God.